The Best L.A. Metal Concerts to See in December
Sun, Dec 9
Gravehill, Behold! The Monolith
On December 9th the spiked leather armband crowd and the bearded denim vest crowd will gather together...at a go-go club. Orange County's Gravehill plays to the former with uncompromising, blackened thrash metal with a bludgeoning focus on brutality over musicianship. L.A.'s Behold! The Monolith plays to the latter with a more elaborate concoction of sludgy stoner-doom, flavored with slight prog-rock leanings. These are two different approaches to metal, but both are pretty damn well-executed.
See also: Behold! The Monolith: How They Got Their Name Was Not Very Metal
Tues, Dec 11
3 Inches of Blood
3 Inches of Blood, Huntress
Whisky A Go-Go
Song titles like "Metal Woman" and "Rock In Hell" should tell you all that you need to know about British Columbia's 3 Inches of Blood, a gig from whom is an opportunity to celebrate the power of metal. A great compliment to the headliner will be support act Huntress, local upstarts whose approach is a little more focused on the swords-and-sorcery aspect of heavy metal imagery.
See also: Is Huntress Frontwoman Jill Janus Too Hot To Be Metal?
Wed, Dec 12
The Sword, Gypsyhawk
El Rey Theatre
Austin's The Sword received a backlash from die-hard metal fans following their 2006 debut Age Of Winters; their straight-forward brand of Sabbath-worship was quite loved by hipsters, oddly enough. On subsequent albums (including new one Apocryphon) however, they have evolved into a very confident band that is still grounded in the Sabbath textbook, but adds just enough variety to call their sound their own. Be sure to get there early for local favorites Gypsyhawk.
See also: Gypsyhawk Is Interested In Shit Like Quantum Physics
Thur, Dec 13
Five Stars Bar
Australia's Vomitor is like a '70s exploitation horror flick. The death metal on their newest album The Escalation is filthy and grimy; in fact, it's a little unsettling. At times, their music sounds like someone dropped an old '80s death metal demo cassette in the toilet, fished it out, and pressed play. But much like that exploitation flick that freaks us the fuck out, we're compelled to watch anyway.